“It was the first time I had walked that end of the island {Matinicus} and I was deeply moved by the old fishing camps up there. No cellar holes, just decaying remnants of what was once a thriving little seasonal community. 

“The place reeked of the past and I wandered in a reverie, surrounded by the evidence of so many lives lived and, now, gone.

“I beheld this particular juxtaposition of buildings and that was that.’’